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Date Posted: 00:00:43 06/01/07 Fri
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Phir
's message, "Re: Around the Town..." on 23:47:22 05/31/07 Thu
Skare moved on ahead of the warlord, pulling out his sword once more, feeling more secure with the heft of it against his palm, his fingers curled tightly around it. He glanced back at Phir, taking in a stealing breath before pushing onward over the trash heap, vaguely aware when the troll fell in scurrying step beside them, moving lopsidedly on all fours, sucking at the air.
The general paused a moment, resting his sword against the ground and leaning against it, studying the grass hut before him; bewildered by its sudden appearance in this wasteland. The hut sat nestled between two great heaps of trash, mostly porcelain; bathtubs and pillars and sinks, great shards of white projecting out of the filthy dirt like splintered bone. Skare was aware of the nakedness of the home - small, so small, adorned only with a small wooden door, rounded at the top and intricately carved with the shapes of great sweeping birds, stretched skyward.
Dork broke free of his companions, clambering up onto the white shards on either side of the house, clattering noisily to himself in a strange tongue as he sought out anything with resale value. He turned his head back toward Phir and Skare for only a moment, frowning deeply and jutting out his lower jaw, blowing his bangs up from his face, baring the ragged, red mass of his eyeless face. He then laughed noisily before diving back into the porcelain mound, vanishing with a loud, screeching bang into the pile.
Skare stepped backwards toward the warlord, keeping his sword at the ready. “They know we’re here,” he whispered. “The taste…it’s stronger. Alive…” He tapered off, raising his eyebrows when a shadow fell across the two of them; he turned and looked back, staring up at the massive black form behind them, a sweeping, shapeless pillar of pitch black hair and slender twigs. Atop the mass was a white, peacefully smiling mask with a crook nose, the eyes merrily slit upward. A spot of red paint was the only colour on the mask, a dot on the lower lip - arms of twisted vines and sticks extended from the creature’s body, bracing on either side of the two men as it leaned far over them, and a merry, silvery laugh broke forth from its body.
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